Bend yourself and the great God HE

A wet feeling came from the skin, Qiao Yun bit his lip.

That was the touch of Mo Ran's tears soaking in the pit of his neck.

"Okay, don't cry." He patted the back of Moran's head, and slowly slid his fingertips into the end of his hair, rubbing it comfortingly, "I'm still crying at this age, it's not ashamed."

"Yeah, it's so embarrassing." Mo Ran's voice was hoarse and dull, and with short breaths, he leaned on Qiao Yun, "So I don't have the face to see you, just hug me."

Ok?

Qiao Yun's nervous string jumped, and his fingertips rested on the end of Stranger's hair.

So sad, I still remember being so sticky when I spoke.

"Mo Ran, there's something wrong with you." Qiao Yun stiffened his tone, "Don't you think you're like a rambunctious dog now?"

Mo Ran hummed.

Qiao Yun moved his shoulders, forcefully raised Mo Ran's face, and deliberately twisted his face to look at him: "A mangy dog ​​begging to be petted!"

Mo Ran burst into laughter instantly.

Qiao Yun also laughed.

At this moment, he saw in Mo Ran's eyes the traces of red remaining from tears.

"Laipigou, do you want to play a game?" Qiao Yun asked pretendingly proudly.

Mo Ran pursed her lips: "What do you want to play?"

Qiao Yun let go of him, slipped sideways from Mo Ran's arms and slipped away.

Behind his back, he said: "I didn't bring a computer, and I can't play Perfect World, so let's play some ordinary games, which burn my brain."

"Brain burning?" Mo Ran laughed, straightened his back again, and looked at Qiao Yun with great interest.

Qiao Yun took out a pen and a piece of paper from his desk, tilted his head and said, "I'll guess what you draw."

Mo Ran was puzzled.

"It's very simple. We take turns to draw something on the paper and ask each other to guess what it is, but we must explain the scope of the guess."

"This……"

Qiao Yun didn't say the word childish, "Why, are you worried that you won't be able to guess?"

Mo Ran: ...

Qiao Yun evoked a smile very proudly, and the boss's demeanor came out.

"It's okay, you don't have to worry about your drawing level, it has nothing to do with drawing, but a test of one's imagination."

Mo Ran smiled softly, and nodded indifferently: "It's okay, I'm not worried."

Qiao Yun: "Cut."

Mo Ran turned sideways to take the pen and paper from him, and his eyes once again glowed with the steady light of a great god.

Almost blinded Qiao Yun's eyes.

Mo Ran said, "You don't know that game planners need to have certain art skills?"

"I know." Qiao Yun's drawing skills are not bad either.

Mo Ran smiled slightly: "Future game planner, take care, and now I will teach you the first lesson."

"..."

Turning around calmly, Mo Ran leaned over to draw on the drawing paper.

The nib of the pen spun and jumped rapidly on the white paper with the wrist controlled by his strength.

Qiao Yun leaned over and took a look, the lines, the strokes, are so smooth.

"Learned?" He asked Mo Ran.

Mo Ran replied while drawing: "Self-study."

Qiao Yun was dumbfounded.

Damn, why is there such a big gap between people, and how can one learn it by self-study?

But he didn't say, let's wait until the painting is finished.

After 10 minutes, the draft has vaguely revealed a rough outline, and it can be seen that it is a painted character.

"I'll go, just play with your drawing, I guess, do you want to be so serious." Qiao Yun swallowed slightly.

He didn't expect that the sketches of IT men who study computers are so exquisite.

Mo Ran didn't speak, but was still focusing on sketching.

Qiao Yun began to regret playing this game and yawned.

It's too boring, it took more than ten minutes to draw, how boring it is!

Twenty minutes later, Mo Ran stopped writing, "The drawing is finished, guess what." Then he tilted his head and curled his lips.

Qiao Yun almost fell asleep. He has been drawing since elementary school, and drawing lines is the foundation for him.

"Can you make it more obvious?" He lowered his eyelids, looked at Mo Ran with disdain, pointed to the characters and weapons in the painting, and continued, "I'm afraid I can't see that you are drawing a shooter, and you even made a special trip Draw him a bow?"

After drawing for nearly half an hour, he guessed it for a second. It's really boring, okay? !

Mo Ran smiled: "You're only half right."

This is also called guessing half right?

Qiao Yun picked up the painting and looked at it carefully, and he was sure that it was a shooter. "This is not only a bow, but also a top-grade precious weapon * Mie Ri Jiu Shang, and he said it wasn't..."

In the middle of speaking, Qiao Yun paused.

The best precious martial arts* Mie Ri Nine Wars?

There is only one in the entire Shock Zone, and it is his account of Young Master Yun.

He tilted his head and looked at Mo Ran: "You drew... Is it me?"

"Guess it." Mo Ran nodded with a smile, his expression very proud, "Does it look like it?"

What is like! !

Mo Ran drew for half an hour, and even outlined the pattern on the weapon.This is going to be colored, it's exactly the same as in the game!

Is the great god always speaking so modestly?

Qiao Yun choked up suddenly.

Mo Ran pushed the pen and paper to Qiao Yun, "It's your turn."

The original plan was to end the game in half an hour, and just pull Mo Ran out of the sad atmosphere.But Mo Ran spent half an hour alone——

He, Qiao Yun, is still drawing a fart!

Seeing that Qiao Yun didn't speak, Mo Ran teased him: "Why, I don't know what to draw, so let me teach you how to draw."

"...Get lost." Qiao Yun gave him a look, "I have had five teachers teach me since I was a child, and I need you to teach me."

Taking the pen away with disdain, Qiao Yun held back a bad idea.

He drew a circle on the paper to represent the head, then randomly drew an oval to represent the body, finally drew a semicircle, and then stopped.

"That's it?" Mo Ran asked.

"Ah!" Qiao Yun raised his jaw, "That's it. I guess the essence of your painting is abstraction, unlike you, and it's not a sketch!"

"—the more abstract the more you can test your imagination, guess."

"Range." Mo Ran looked at the stick figure on the paper.

Qiao Yun said, "A game character."

"..." Mo Ran raised his eyes, "Do you have any misunderstandings about the characters in the game?"

Fuck!Qiao Yun wanted to swear!

"I'm saving time, I don't want to paint so complicated!"

Mo Ran smiled without saying a word.

He picked up the paper and looked at the stick figure with admiration.

"Did you figure it out?" Qiao Yun's face was blackened, because a stickman can watch for a long time?

Mo Ran smiled: "I guessed it, but I don't want to answer!"

"...What do you mean???" Qiao Yun was immediately displeased, "Then stop playing, gameover!"

Mo Ran raised his hand to pat his head to kill him: "Don't worry, I'll show you something."

After that, he took out a piece of drawing paper from the file and handed it to Qiao Yun: "Ling Wu, right?"

Qiao Yun blinked in surprise and nodded.

Mo Ran pursed her lips and suppressed a smile: "Is there a big gap?"

"..." Qiao Yun was at a loss for words.

Because of the drawing paper in Mo Ran's hands, the characters are extremely delicate.

Misty eyes, fluttering long hair, fluttering clothes, and slender fingers holding a semicircular brocade lamp.

If you put the two paintings together, it is a sharp contrast between the seller's version and the buyer's version.

"Did I guess right?" Mo Ran asked him again.

Qiao Yun asked back: "I drew it like this, how did you guess it?"

Mo Ran pointed to the shapeless semicircle on the paper, with a half-smile: "You don't do the same, I'm afraid I can't guess it, so I draw a semicircle."

"——I know all the online game characters on the market now, only Ling Wu's weapon is in the shape of a semicircular light."

Won!

A great god is a great god, and you can guess it even if you draw it like this.

It's really boring to play the game like this.

Mo Ran chuckled, and suddenly said, "I still have the digital version of Ling Wu, do you want to see it?"

"No need." Qiao Yun now completely believes that Mo Ran made the game by himself.

There are even drafts of the characters, and they are so exquisite, he doesn't need to seek abuse.

But Mo Ran approached him and whispered, "Take a look, I'll show you."

"No." Qiao Yun squeezed his hand, "I don't want to watch it."

"You really don't want to look?" Mo Ran moved an inch closer.

This inch, Mo Ran's body directly pressed against Qiao Yun.

Qiao Yun was startled.

He just raised his head to look at Mo Ran, and saw those radiant eyes sending out signals of unknown meaning.

After a moment of shock, Qiao Yun pushed Mo Ran away, "I, I said I won't read it."

After he was done, he walked to the side of the bed, grabbed the bed post with his hands, and his nails almost dug into the wood of the post.

Mo Ran said, "Okay, if you don't want to watch it, forget it."

Qiao Yun grabbed the pillar and said, "It's not that I don't want to watch it, it's that I remembered something. Last time you and Li Yaoshu were singled out, the crushing defeat, I feel the same way now."

Looking for a tactful excuse for himself, Qiao Yun was extremely flustered.

Qiao Yun couldn't explain why he panicked.I just felt that he was getting close to Mo Ran, and his whole body seemed to be burning.

"Qiao Yun." Mo Ran said, "I found a problem, are you avoiding me?"

"Wow, no way." Qiao Yun slipped his voice guiltily.

When he turned around, Mo Ran was already lying on the bed.

He looked at the top of the bed and said, "You blushed again just now, and then you avoided it."

Mo Ran spoke calmly, with his hands resting behind his head, he tilted his head and looked up at Qiao Yun after speaking.

Qiao Yun just looked up at him like that, and his face became hotter and hotter from ear to ear.

"No, no." Qiao Yun said, "It's just that the heater in the dormitory is too hot. How many degrees do you turn it on?"

Mo Ran smiled, and patted the empty seat beside him, "Don't stand, sit down, I have something to tell you."

Qiao Yun still held onto the bedpost, and sat down on the edge of the bed, only half of his buttocks.

"You say." He staggered the strange gaze.

Mo Ran reached out and tugged at the hem of his clothes, and said, "Do you know that I like you?"